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Sararara · 11-28-2014, 06:56 PM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

Tiffany tried not to notice that he was getting closer. She was really, really trying. But furthermore, she was trying even harder not to react to the fact that he was inching closer. Why was he doing that? Coming closer? It was making her nervous, or was that excitement? Really she couldn't tell with the weird thing her heart was starting to do. That racing thing. Straightening her back a little, she nodded in response. "Mhmmm," keeping the playful demeanor. Seeing him reach his hand up to fix his scarf-- which was perfect the way it was already ??-- she felt the need to do something with her hand too. She just now noticed how restless she was getting. Weird. "Oh, is that so, Mr. Bellamy?" she questioned, bringing her hand up to rest on the underside of her jaw; making sure to echo the way he drew out her name.

Mr. Bellamy. She liked it, but it didn't sound right. Something just seemed very formal about the whole matter. But, he was just a coworker, right? For the Minister's Office. That in itself was a pretty formal position right? So formality was a good thing? Yet, it didn't sound right. Something about it made her feel squirmy. He wasn't a Mr. Bellamy. He was something light, something more playful than that. "But, who's to say that my intention was to get rid of you?" Because it wasn't. She did enjoy his company, or his face. She really enjoyed his face, but there was no way she would admit to that out loud, or else he'd win. She couldn't let him win. She flashed a small smile as she willed herself not to look too impressed by that beautiful face. She was even contemplating wishing that he wouldn't smile back, to keep him from exposing those cute dimples again. It was perfectly normal to think his dimples were cute. Eye candy. That's all it was.

Right. She took a short breath as she watched him carefully lifting an eyebrow. Nodding quite proudly, actually. She couldn't let those dimples distract her from keeping the upperhand. It was her turn to be impressive. "So you can read, then? I'm impressed, Mr. Bellamy," she tried addressing him again, but it still felt wrong in a sense. The 'Mister' at least. But either way, she gave him a small, light-hearted smile to show that she was only teasing him, though she felt as if she was starting to regain her own confidence in the midst. See, his dimples couldn't throw her game off too much, could they? No. She still had it, game that is. Speaking of which, that playful little grin of his fully exposed those dimples and Tiffany was starting to feel all weak in the knees ALL over again. Except, luckily she was sitting so hopefully it wasn't even noticeable. She couldn't let him know. Then he'd really have the upperhand.

Tucking some hair behind her ear, she couldn't help but feel a small gust of pride when he admitted to keeping up with the magazine. See? Even someone the likes of Dimples over here read her work. Ahem, uh, he obviously kept up with her work!! It was great. No, that wasn't her confidence faltering. Nope. "I'm sure you know all about my work, then?" she asked with a playful little smirk. As he leaned even closer, Tiffany still tried to pretend as if she didn't notice, but when he brushed his lips against her, now, exposed ear, she shivered a little in response. It wasn't her fault that the contact sent a chill down her body! But hopefully, he didn't notice that. But it was a stretch.

Trying her hardest not to look too flustered, though the new pink in her cheeks probably gave her away, she turned her head slightly, "Well, any time you have a craving, you can always stop by," she lightly waved the magazine a little before continuing, "there's always more where this came from." Mhm, it was true, she had a whole stack of them in one of these drawers... Which one was it again? Was it the one under where he had chosen to sit or-- Merlin, why was it so difficult to think straight. Stupid dimples. His slightly impressed tone woke her up from the momentary daze as she pretended to have been paying attention the entire time- and to not have been thinking about his dimples. She nodded, feeling more confident at the reminder that she was once in charge or something and that she was in charge of this entire interaction. She had the upperhand. He had to have been at least a little impressed. Had to. Tiffany even smirked a bit at the style compliment-that's what it was, a compliment?- and it didn't help that she noticed the downward glance towards her legs. But oh right, he had asked something hadn't he?

Why had she left? Well, she loved her job, there was no doubt."I was just ready to move on with my life, there are so many more interesting things to see," she admitted with a small nod, before leaning a little closer and adding "and interesting people to meet," she would have added a wink here had she not known how ridiculous she would have looked. It wasn't fair,

Ezra was able to do it perfectly.

How come she couldn't, and why did this bother her so much all the sudden? It's not like he had the upper-- Was he leaning forward again? Merlin, he was getting real close now, he was... Exactly right about her perfume?! How did he kNOW? Trying not to let herself get worked up about this matter too, "Mhmm, like it, Ezra?" she asked trying her best not to sound impressed, but rather trying to sound just as confident as he did.

Ezra grinned as she said his name, concentrating on showing all of his pearly white teeth instead of on the weird fluttery thing going on in his chest as he watched her lips outline 'Bellamy.' Noooo not her lips, no. He was certainly not looking at those. Her eyes, yes her eyes. Obviously. It sounded...nice coming form her mouth, but also a little out of place. Ezra Léonard Bellamy had never questioned being called 'Mr.' until that moment, but he concentrated on the sound of her voice and the visibility of his teeth instead of contemplating why that might be. "My intention certainly wasn't to leave," he began, sitting up straighter on the desk but still using one hand to grip the edge. But shouldn't he be leaving now? Whether or not he had overstayed his welcome, he was sure he should leave while he still had something of an upper hand before he fell off the darn desk and made a fool of himself in front of Tiffany. She put up a good fight, this one, but he could see the way she was failing to keep her eyes from glancing at his face, and he moved his head a little to the side to give her a full view of the dimples. A face like his deserved to be recognized, there was no doubt about that.

And then her cheeks were going pink. WERE HIS CHEEKS GOING PINK? Ezra looked down at the face of his watch, trying to see if the weird feeling in his heart was spreading to his face. It didn't looook like he was blushing, but he did feel like the little cubicle had suddenly gotten about twenty degrees warmer. Details, details, he still had game, surely. Watching Tiffany smirk at his compliment, the media liaison deemed it necessary to bring a little power back in his court. Not that he was losing or anything. Of course not. A Bellamy never lost- especially this Bellamy.

He reached for the magazine she was waving around, letting his fingers brush hers as he took it, and scooted a centimeter or two away from her chair. There. Let her feel the separation anxiety; she would surely feel it. He eyed the cover, flicking a glance in her direction every few seconds to make sure she was still watching his profile. "Angelina Robertson? Quite the scandal, if I remember correctly." He may or may not have been reading this very magazine the night before, but he refrained from mentioning it. The memory of her shiver as his lips brushed her ear made his chest feel uncomfortably fluttery again, so he figured it best to ignore talking about their little secret. He scooted himself a centimeter further.

"I'm sure I am familiar with your work, he said with a nod and a playful smile, "but my devotion to magazines had to be a bit inconsistent for a couple years as I travelled. That's RIGHT he TRAVELLED. Impressive, yes? Of course it was. "I'll make sure to catch up on my reading, it'll keep my nights from getting too lonely." He chanced another wink in her direction and lifted himself carefully from her desk, staring at his feet to make sure he didn't trip over them. One glance at his reflection later--still perfect--, Ezra was placing his hands in his pockets and facing Tiffany full on. "Ah, I'm sure you'll find countless interesting people, but only some of them worthy of your precious time." He kept his mild awe and agitation at his chest and the weirdness going on there hidden behind his biggest grin as he watched her speak. The confidence to leave her job was surely impressive, but he couldn't let that on for fear of losing. He was so close.

And then he was in the doorway. Deciding to let her figure out if he "liked it" all by herself, he concentrated on executing an exit. Leaning against the side, Ezra took in one last sweeping view of Tiffany's cubicle--and her--and said, "I suppose I'll see you around then, Tiffany." He felt his cheeks warm up as her name rolled off his tongue. Tiffany. Why had he said it? WHY. He had been so close to leaving without losing control of the conversation. Shaking his head slightly, he stood up a little straighter and removed his hands from his pockets. Leave, Bellamy, leave! Why weren't his legs taking him out? His gaze lingered on her, and his grin didn't falter just as he legs refused to move. Ezra opened his mouth again. "Maybe I'll run into you at the Leaky Cauldron," he began. MERLIN what was he saying? "After work, perhaps." NOOOOO. That was it. He had lost. HE had lost it ALL. NEVER AGAIN. One more lopsided grin in her direction and he was out of cubicle, letting one hand linger on the doorway before he yanked it away and marched towards his own cubicle.

Dear Merlin what had he done? He glanced at his reflection in the face of his watch. At least he still looked good.

11-28-2014, 06:56 PM	#33 (permalink)
Sararara MO Puffskein Join Date: Jan 2014 Location: Asteroid B-612 Posts: 1,440 Hogwarts RPG Name: Norah Kittredge Seventh Year	Lil' gooz \| Sarangel \| Junior Dweeb SPOILER!!: I'm blanking on something creative to put here Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack Tiffany tried not to notice that he was getting closer. She was really, really trying. But furthermore, she was trying even harder not to react to the fact that he was inching closer. Why was he doing that? Coming closer? It was making her nervous, or was that excitement? Really she couldn't tell with the weird thing her heart was starting to do. That racing thing. Straightening her back a little, she nodded in response. "Mhmmm," keeping the playful demeanor. Seeing him reach his hand up to fix his scarf-- which was perfect the way it was already ??-- she felt the need to do something with her hand too. She just now noticed how restless she was getting. Weird. "Oh, is that so, Mr. Bellamy?" she questioned, bringing her hand up to rest on the underside of her jaw; making sure to echo the way he drew out her name. Mr. Bellamy. She liked it, but it didn't sound right. Something just seemed very formal about the whole matter. But, he was just a coworker, right? For the Minister's Office. That in itself was a pretty formal position right? So formality was a good thing? Yet, it didn't sound right. Something about it made her feel squirmy. He wasn't a Mr. Bellamy. He was something light, something more playful than that. *"But, who's to say that my intention was* to get rid of you?"** Because it wasn't. She did enjoy his company, or his face. She really enjoyed his face, but there was no way she would admit to that out loud, or else he'd win. She couldn't let him win. She flashed a small smile as she willed herself not to look too impressed by that beautiful face. She was even contemplating wishing that he wouldn't smile back, to keep him from exposing those cute dimples again. It was perfectly normal to think his dimples were cute. Eye candy. That's all it was. Right. She took a short breath as she watched him carefully lifting an eyebrow. Nodding quite proudly, actually. She couldn't let those dimples distract her from keeping the upperhand. It was her turn to be impressive. *"So you can* read, then? I'm impressed, Mr. Bellamy," she tried addressing him again, but it still felt wrong in a sense. The 'Mister' at least. But either way, she gave him a small, light-hearted smile to show that she was only teasing him, though she felt as if she was starting to regain her own confidence in the midst. See, his dimples couldn't throw her game off too much, could they? No. She still had it, game that is. Speaking of which, that playful little grin of his fully exposed those dimples and Tiffany was starting to feel all weak in the knees ALL over again. Except, luckily she was sitting so hopefully it wasn't even noticeable. She couldn't let him know. Then he'd really have the upperhand. Tucking some hair behind her ear, she couldn't help but feel a small gust of pride when he admitted to keeping up with the magazine. See? Even someone the likes of Dimples over here read her work. Ahem, uh, he obviously kept up with her work!! It was great. No, that wasn't her confidence faltering. Nope. "I'm sure you know all about my work, then?"** she asked with a playful little smirk. As he leaned even closer, Tiffany still tried to pretend as if she didn't notice, but when he brushed his lips against her, now, exposed ear, she shivered a little in response. It wasn't her fault that the contact sent a chill down her body! But hopefully, he didn't notice that. But it was a stretch. Trying her hardest not to look too flustered, though the new pink in her cheeks probably gave her away, she turned her head slightly, "Well, any time you have a craving, you can always stop by," she lightly waved the magazine a little before continuing, "there's always more where this came from." Mhm, it was true, she had a whole stack of them in one of these drawers... Which one was it again? Was it the one under where he had chosen to sit or-- Merlin, why was it so difficult to think straight. Stupid dimples. His slightly impressed tone woke her up from the momentary daze as she pretended to have been paying attention the entire time- and to not have been thinking about his dimples. She nodded, feeling more confident at the reminder that she was once in charge or something and that she was in charge of this entire interaction. She had the upperhand. He had to have been at least a little impressed. Had to. Tiffany even smirked a bit at the style compliment-that's what it was, a compliment?- and it didn't help that she noticed the downward glance towards her legs. But oh right, he had asked something hadn't he? Why had she left? Well, she loved her job, there was no doubt."I was just ready to move on with my life, there are so many more interesting things to see," she admitted with a small nod, before leaning a little closer and adding "and interesting people to meet," she would have added a wink here had she not known how ridiculous she would have looked. It wasn't fair, Ezra was able to do it perfectly. How come she couldn't, and why did this bother her so much all the sudden? It's not like he had the upper-- Was he leaning forward again? Merlin, he was getting real close now, he was... Exactly right about her perfume?! How did he kNOW? Trying not to let herself get worked up about this matter too, "Mhmm, like it, Ezra?" she asked trying her best not to sound impressed, but rather trying to sound just as confident as he did. Ezra grinned as she said his name, concentrating on showing all of his pearly white teeth instead of on the weird fluttery thing going on in his chest as he watched her lips outline 'Bellamy.' Noooo not her lips, no. He was certainly not looking at those. Her eyes, yes her eyes. Obviously. It sounded...nice coming form her mouth, but also a little out of place. Ezra Léonard Bellamy had never questioned being called 'Mr.' until that moment, but he concentrated on the sound of her voice and the visibility of his teeth instead of contemplating why that might be. "My intention certainly wasn't to leave," he began, sitting up straighter on the desk but still using one hand to grip the edge. But shouldn't he be leaving now? Whether or not he had overstayed his welcome, he was sure he should leave while he still had something of an upper hand before he fell off the darn desk and made a fool of himself in front of Tiffany. She put up a good fight, this one, but he could see the way she was failing to keep her eyes from glancing at his face, and he moved his head a little to the side to give her a full view of the dimples. A face like his deserved to be recognized, there was no doubt about that. And then her cheeks were going pink. WERE HIS CHEEKS GOING PINK? Ezra looked down at the face of his watch, trying to see if the weird feeling in his heart was spreading to his face. It didn't looook like he was blushing, but he did feel like the little cubicle had suddenly gotten about twenty degrees warmer. Details, details, he still had game, surely. Watching Tiffany smirk at his compliment, the media liaison deemed it necessary to bring a little power back in his court. Not that he was losing or anything. Of course not. A Bellamy never lost- especially this Bellamy. He reached for the magazine she was waving around, letting his fingers brush hers as he took it, and scooted a centimeter or two away from her chair. There. Let her feel the separation anxiety; she would surely feel it. He eyed the cover, flicking a glance in her direction every few seconds to make sure she was still watching his profile. "Angelina Robertson? Quite the scandal, if I remember correctly." He may or may not have been reading this very magazine the night before, but he refrained from mentioning it. The memory of her shiver as his lips brushed her ear made his chest feel uncomfortably fluttery again, so he figured it best to ignore talking about their little secret. He scooted himself a centimeter further. "I'm sure I am familiar with your work, he said with a nod and a playful smile, "but my devotion to magazines had to be a bit inconsistent for a couple years as I travelled. That's RIGHT he TRAVELLED. Impressive, yes? Of course it was. "I'll make sure to catch up on my reading, it'll keep my nights from getting too lonely." He chanced another wink in her direction and lifted himself carefully from her desk, staring at his feet to make sure he didn't trip over them. One glance at his reflection later--still perfect--, Ezra was placing his hands in his pockets and facing Tiffany full on. *"Ah, I'm sure you'll find countless* interesting people, but only some of them worthy of your precious time." He kept his mild awe and agitation at his chest and the weirdness going on there hidden behind his biggest grin as he watched her speak. The confidence to leave her job was surely impressive, but he couldn't let that on for fear of losing. He was so close. And then he was in the doorway. Deciding to let her figure out if he "liked it" all by herself, he concentrated on executing an exit. Leaning against the side, Ezra took in one last sweeping view of Tiffany's cubicle--and her--and said, "I suppose I'll see you around then, Tiffany." He felt his cheeks warm up as her name rolled off his tongue. Tiffany. Why had he said it? WHY. He had been so close to leaving without losing control of the conversation. Shaking his head slightly, he stood up a little straighter and removed his hands from his pockets. Leave, Bellamy, leave! Why weren't his legs taking him out? His gaze lingered on her, and his grin didn't falter just as he legs refused to move. Ezra opened his mouth again. "Maybe I'll run into you at the Leaky Cauldron," he began. MERLIN what was he saying? "After work, perhaps."** NOOOOO. That was it. He had lost. HE had lost it ALL. NEVER AGAIN. One more lopsided grin in her direction and he was out of cubicle, letting one hand linger on the doorway before he yanked it away and marched towards his own cubicle. Dear Merlin what had he done? He glanced at his reflection in the face of his watch. At least he still looked good. __________________ Last edited by Sararara; 11-28-2014 at 07:15 PM. Reason: apparently grammar exists